It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Be — Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
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It is winter, and very cold. There are icicles against the glass, and frost. I am tracing a pattern, before it melts. Before it fades, and is lost for good, like memories

— Suzy Davies, Johari's Window
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